Extending the MILF List Ch. 24

In the midst of that adjustment, our food came. We ate and talked. I would offer Pet a bite from time to time. She'd rise up, lick the tidbit of meat or potatoes and then suck it in. Jamie picked up the conversation once the waiter left.

"Mr. Rodney, seems to me you are avoiding something and hoping we'll use the figure to see the ground and I must say, old man, I am not seeing it at all. I am afraid you'll need to be much more declarative to gain the insight you are obviously aching to provide Sonny here." Jamie glanced at me with an impish grin. "I doubt Sonny is getting your gist if I'm not." Rodney glanced at me, saw the glazed look in my eyes from having my thumb sucked, and not understanding, played like he didn't see my glazed look, so ignored it and went on.

He took a deep breath and then sighed, which was as funny as seeing a tiny woman flex her biceps.

"I don't know when she started but Ahmay always turned her back on me." That statement didn't make much sense. I was in no shape to ask him to clarify and again, my personal distraction kept me silent so he could find his own way to the end result. A happy consequence without my direct intention that made me look a lot smarter than I am. "Somewhere along the line my sister began to do it so none of us could see, not like either or any of us if I was fucking two or three girls at a go would have noticed. Ahmay is hot as the sun but with her back turned, it's like she disappears and we can focus...until I get one of my bitches mounted, she keeps watching but as soon as I pull out the trouser worm, my sister turns away...but it's not from shyness or disgust or any of that shit that the girls claim when they make fun of her...and they do, vicious bitches but Ahmay forbade me from slapping the shit out of them...says when it comes to bitches she'd fight her own battles with those Philistine cunts...her words...as I don't really know what a Philistine is."

"Me neither." I said but honestly I did but not a Philistine cunt so I was going for the whole gestalt and not precision. Rodney ignored me and the mouth resumed sucking on my thumb. The pause that followed my two little words meant to let him know I was really listening made me think I'd faux pawed all over the place but with enough silence someone usually has something to say and then says it. Rodney did.

"My sister was pinching her nipples." He said finally. Jamie blew like a steam engine coming to a stop.

"Posh. That's nothing. Lots of girls like a little pinch and giggle." Rodney shook his head.

"No. She was using pliers." Now, that did stop us. Jamie glanced around at me with raised eyebrows and I felt the world shift under me again, similar to the moment that blue voice spoke in the darkness and scared the dandruff off my head. Rodney went on, his voice was low. Candy Cane stopped sucking my thumb and bumped her head on the table, rattling everything. She released my leg...and thumb...to peek over the edge of the table at Rodney. He stared at her like he'd never seen eyes before...her little hands, just four fingers hooked on the table on either side of her half head visible to him at the end of the table. He had our attention then for damn sure! Oddly, I thought, it did not put him off. He continued speaking, finally arriving at the declarative clarity that brought him to this face to face moment.

"My sister likes pain." He said softly. "She cums, she wants pain, it's a mania. If she gets close to orgasm, she wants pain to push her over. If she wants to get horny, she hurts herself in really, painful ways, like nasty ways. It's...well, you can imagine how difficult this is for us. The guys I know, they are good at causing pain but when the do, they usually figure they won't be invited back again and so leave an impression, utterly wrecking the bitch they are using. It's not pretty and I hated the idea of my sister getting destroyed like that. That's why I kept her with me...but she started...hurting herself as we fucked behind her, just her tits at first, but she kept at it and finding other ways to get off...with pain. You can see the problem. She needs a guy to give her pain who won't destroy her." He looked right at me. "Sonny, that's you."

I groaned. Pet slipped away under the table like a sinking ship, and plastered herself to my knee again. She was shivering. At the time, I confess, I though it was with pure revulsion and I had the eerie feeling that I needed to get her out of there or she'd not want to fuck me when I did get her up to the room again and my chance would be past. Nothing was further from the truth. In fact, it made fiction and poetry look like technical writing it was so far from the truth, not a metaphor to be found. I offered Pet another bite of steak and she took it gladly. Rodney forged on.

"We have been talking it over. And, see, Sonny, one thing Ahmay is sure of is that you want to give a woman what she wants, not just what you have...and that's rare. Even knuckleheaded Rodney knows that. Ahmay has helped me get more girls by telling me what she thought they needed and well, I do okay. We became a team but it's to the point that she wants to be on her own, on her back as she says, her heels in the air and a man buried balls deep in her cunt..." Here he hesitated then added what I thought was utterly unnecessary at the time. "...and biting her neck until he draws blood." I shuddered. Pet shuddered with me and I thought it was just sympathetic vibration. Wrong again, Missy. I hoped Rodney was surrendering to overstatement and generally speaking, he was...but yet again, I felt the deck of my good ship Lollypop tilt terribly under me and I was skittering towards the deep blue drink like a camel on roller skates.

"One of the reasons, Sonny, my sister has not been willing to undress in front of anyone is because she mutilates herself...she has bruises all over her chest most days...from pliers, pinching skin as she cums...and don't worry, she's proficient with orgasm but she loves that sharp bite of pain when she cums or to make her cum or..well, she likes it a lot, let's just say." I shuddered again and despite the shuddering clump of female huddled at my knee, I found my voice and croaked some objection like this.

"I think you two have the wrong guy. I hate pain, mine especially! And I live by the golden rule, you don't hurt me so I don't need to hurt you, or the other way round I guess." I fed some broccoli to Pet, she hummed.

Rodney shook his head. "You don't understand. You are the perfect guy to take her virginity for exactly that reason." He stopped expecting me to object some more but Pet was licking the back of my hand in a way that made me shudder all over again and lose my voice while my cock tried to out grow my pants and take over the world. I mean, she caught me completely by surprise. How many of you assholes have had a female hug her lean willing body to your knee and lick your hand after you pulled her hair and made her yelp? Exactly! Rodney continued without me then.

"You aren't violent like that but you will do about anything to please the one you're with. Anything." Pet quit licking my hand for a moment and shuddered again but this time with much larger energy, like an 8.8 on the Sonny Scale. Anything? Just what I fucking needed! Another existential question to fill my time with while I would usually be thinking about pussy, pussy and more pussy. Like I needed something else to ponder while I was shitting in the woods. Anything? Really? Would I really do anything a woman wanted if it meant giving her what she wanted, including giving her pain? I wanted to groan but I dared not encourage Candy Cane. People would surely stare! And I am so fucking shy!

"That means that you'll work with her to find that pain, the right pain that gives her what she longs for. And Sonny, she wants to be exposed...the idea of being watched when she gets fucked the first time...the first time we discussed you in this manner I thought she was going to faint just from the idea of all your friends watching you lift her skirt, pull down her panties, push her legs open and..." I patted the air.

"Okay, okay, I get, get, get the picture!" I growled. The lips on my hand were kissing my skin now, light brushes and soft lips leaving damp tracks that her hot breath cooled immediately. Can you say "erotic" and not stutter when someone does that to you? Not Sonny! I stutter like a Briggs and Stratton with a dirty spark plug or two. My eyes came back on and noticed that both Jamie and Rodney were staring at me, well looking at me, not really staring, I was the one staring so that'd be a projection I guess. That word salad vision of Ahmay all hot and bothered lying still while I removed her knickers gave me a bit of a buzz and with those tender butterfly lips breathing fire and ice onto the skin of my hand, I guess I realized that I'd lately been a while away from the dousing pond between the female legs and suddenly I was all nostalgic and shit, which given my recent return was just redundant. The reality of what Rodney was telling me sat down in my mind and refused to leave, and it hurt me.

Pain.

I shuddered again and she stopped kissing my hand. My hand, irate with the rest of me, moved to find her face and caress it under the table and she moved into my caress like a cat, pressing her cheek against my hand. Her head bumped the table with a soft thud and she moved forward into my lap rather than higher and her hand then her cheek found the outline of my hard cock in my pants. I groaned a little.

Pain. Pain!

The idea of causing Ahmay, that beautiful creature pain rattled around in my head like a tennis ball made of barbed wire, which I realize is rather indicative of the whole thing but it hurt me. It made me sick to my stomach to think of a pair of pliers pinching that tender skin of that woman. I was about to say something silly like I was the wrong man for the job...if you'd have seen Ahmay panting with arousal as I have you'd see how silly that idea is!

When the phone rang, I felt relief but...had I known what was waiting for me on the other side of that ringy dingy I'd have let it bounce off my full voice mail, never to be heard from again. I didn't. I'll say this for it, it made me wish I'd stayed with Rodney and his lurid suggestion that I couldn't really avoid or ignore, Sonny being Sonny and not really having a good "no" strategy when it comes to willing pussy, not to mention panting and eager pussy wanting my attention I thought the phone rescued me from my "no-less" character flaw, but No! To this point, I'd only had this one sort of "Sonny Attention" to offer and it was good clean fun that tended to get me wound around some axle all tight and tickled, and Rodney had just made that a bit messier. Until that moment, I'd just been playing at some things that, it turns out, have a real serious version that I just never imagined even existed! And...that was about to get worse. Worse than a woman wanting pain with her coffee? Trust me...if that makes you queasy, best to go check with congress because those knuckleheads could be worse but never any fun but would not be what the phone brought to me, that unforgettable vision that was going to change the entire direction of my life. Again. Some more.

I answered my phone.

Now, that sounds simple but in truth I was a little panicked and got unexpected but not unrealistic help. If you have ever tried to get something out of your pocket with a nice tight erection rubbing on your zipper and a piece of Candy hugging your legs you know what I mean. Pet heard the phone honking and dug it out of my pocket for me and handed it up above the table, before returning to fingering said erection. When she laid her cheek on it again, bumping the table with a slight but noticeable nudge of the top of her head, I nearly humped her face. She was holding me by the thighs, spread open by her slithering between my knees by that point, and was gently rubbing her cheek up and down my poor cock that was trying to spread his wings but was cramped up in an awkward position which I longed to correct but I'd need to stand up and dump Pet onto the floor to do so, which I considered the rude option and rejected it out of hand.

"Hello?" I said without looking at the display.

"Sonny?" The man's voice said. I was relieved at the suggestion and for a moment the existential delusion that I knew who I was lingered, but I latched onto the voice and let it draw me into the growing darkness.

"Yes." I answered with poise and aplomb I did not feel, Pet still not figuring out my hardened cock was bent akimbo and needed more space then my current pose provided, just kept nuzzling my cock with her cheek and then finally, her lips, through my pants for god's sake!

"Borland. Borland Northcutt here." Well, someone knew who they were at least. He didn't wait for me to make any comment but trundled on with a certain joie d'vivre that his words were simply not worthy of, catching Sonny as they did in a vice, er...vise. Both work, actually. Pretend I said it out loud and you can't tell which I meant since I mean both suddenly.

"My ex-wife, Carol Lynn, is going to call you in moment. Soon." When presented with one thing that rattles me, any port in a storm seemed apropos and I dashed in where angels fear to tread like I was walking on water, relying on my wit when my silence finally failed me.

"So, Mr. Northcutt, you've branched out into reading minds? Impressive." When dealing with people who have no sense of humor it is best to never joke but stick to the facts, ma'am, just the facts and elide any poetic flourishes because these verbal bumpkins who think that they can say what they mean and mean what they say, only, will keep trying to do just and only that and set about correcting your poetic flourishes by painting over your graffiti no matter how luridly beautiful it is. Maybe because it is luridly beautiful, the Cretans!

"No. I have been bugging my ex-wife's communications for some time. But, as you might imagine, that is not something I can delegate easily or at all, so I have to sort through the miasma of her babbling myself which forces me to be selective and you happen to be one of my key key words." He wasn't stuttering. I was about to be though. In that moment though, purely by accident, I'd asked an NSA question and gotten a very clear NSA answer and my mind went blank. He acknowledged his methods with casual indifference to my delicate sensibilities which, given he's not a complete bounder, suggested he simply didn't know I was about to get stuffed into a new crevice, too tight for my own good. This smacked of my blue visitor's methods that would account for his intimate knowledge of my many and varied intimacies.

"Sonny, Mr. Duncan, lend me your ears. In a moment my ex-wife is going to call you with the full intention of asking you to do something utterly untoward for and to her and I want you to agree. There's a closet in the third spare bedroom, the one with the ugly dark red carpet, with a bright blue back pack in it with hand cuffs and a ball gag that should be sufficient to your needs. She doesn't like rope. Cuffs. Handcuffs with releases that are easy to work, but difficult to get to if she's secured properly. You have my number, when you have her secured, I'll drop Jason off in the next few minutes and you can offer him a go at his mother, so I'd suggest that you have her quite naked and helpless. She's going to call any minute, though you should know. Friday night, she thinks he'll be with me and since you already know her most salacious desire, to have her son, she apparently thinks that asking you to 'surprise' her is no big deal. She's going to ask you to rape her, which for her just means, fuck her cuffed and naked...I added the gag because I know she hates it and she'll scream when Jason appears, so making her helpless and then offering him a go at her will be interesting for them both. His collection of her pictures in various stages of undress suggest he's got his end of her thing going on too, so this is not a huge step for him or her really either, if you see what I mean. I better go, this is not a message you want in your voice mail. Ta ta. Friday night, after, say nine should be fine for me to drop him off so, be there around eight to give you time to work out how you'll manage her...and if she's all lathered up when my son fucks her, that should be fine, better even."

The man wouldn't shut up. Me? I was gasping like a fish out of water. He'd said good-by I think at least once and he kept making sounds that I had no idea the meaning of...which is disingenuous since I understood perfectly well but was determined to plead ignorance.

"I think there are four cuffs at least so you can secure her spread on the living room table in such a way she can be fucked standing up, you standing up I mean...helpless is the key. She'll buck and beg and you just gag her when you grow tired of her babbling." Here he laughs, with evident pleasure at some lewd memory. "Whatever gag you use, she won't use her teeth, she likes the whole thing...she's going to call and ask that of you because, well, she thinks you might do it and make it...real enough for her to enjoy it. Ta ta." He said it again but this time when I glanced a the phone, he was actually gone.

I glanced at the phone to see if he was gone and the fucking thing buzzed in my hand. I don't know why, it just does that sometimes, instead of the normal ding-a-ling. I flinched and dropped it clear to the floor. Candy found it and answered it in a muffled and her very female and breathy voice. Her hand with the phone appeared above the table from my lap where she was purring.

"It's for you." She said out of the depths between my legs.

I took the phone from her hand and she returned to nuzzling my hard cock. I shifted and shifted and shifted and she finally figured out I was experiencing bent discomfort and tried to straighten my hard cock out and made matters worse, so I answered the phone.

"Hello, Sonny Duncan here."

"Who was that? Who do you have with you there?" A woman's voice snarled at me.

"Mom? Is that you?" I responded automatically, not because my lovely mother snarls like that but because...well, okay, I don't know why! Well, that's a lie. Sonny the smart ass is never far away when things get weird, my security blanket and shadow. I thought I'd get a laugh but Carol Lynn Northcutt has nearly no sense of humor...hmmm, just like Borland Northcutt...go figure.

"No, Sonny! This is not your mother. It's Carol Lynn Northcutt."

"Oh? Did I forget to fuck you?" This entire set of exchanges had gone on with Rodney and Jamie kibitzing. They looked vaguely amused at my growing discomfort but without knowing why I was squirming...oh wait, they did know there was a female between my legs and surely both suspected that her untoward behavior was inspiring me with new visions of the horizontal bop.

The ensuing silence made me glance at my phone. Jamie and Rodney looked at each other with that sort of exchange of glances that doting parents have when they don't want to admit their child has become a problem for others around them. Carol Lynn was talking and for once I shut up and listened, despite the ringing in my ears from Borland's clanging explanations and instructions.

"Sonny, are you busy Friday night? I know you are young and likely have lots going on but I wondered if I might impose on you to...well, give me a little of your attention...a bit of play that I rather miss, as Borland engaged in it and well, I have not replaced him in that regard." Or any regard I think...oh the surprises...!

"Mrs. Northcutt..." I began innocently, being somewhat out of practice with these conversations since they were not at all academic.